Small, dark and cramped
Smelling of old wood,
Murphy's Oil Soap,
And Old Spice,
Here I kneel.

A closet, too small to be a room
Like the dark of my heart
Where my sins think
They are hidden.
Here I confess.

In this dark corner of His home,
My home, our home, the sins
Feel safe to say aloud
To admit, to escape.
Here I repent.

The small white lamp burns brighter,
Goose-flesh covers head and toe
The darkness is pierced
By one drop of blood
Hear, He forgives.

Great blinding light explodes about me,
The Joy of my salvation returns,
Never lost, just forgotten,
Hidden by soul's stains,
There no longer.

Sunlit colors of mercy and love
Colors of water and of blood
Of being born again
And sanctified
Captioned:
"Jesus, I Trust in Thee"